Oh eyes, no eyes, but fountains fraught with tears; O life, no life, but lively form of death; Oh world, no world, but mass of public wrongs.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Tears are the noble language of the eye.
Living is strife and torment, disappointment and love and sacrifice, golden sunsets and black storms. I said that some time ago, and today I do not think I would add one word.
Oh, I am very weary, Though tears no longer flow; My eyes are tired of weeping, My heart is sick of woe.
The eyes of a poet discover in each person a unique and irreplaceable humanity. While arrogant intellect seeks to control and manipulate the world, the poetic spirit bows with reverence before its mysteries.
There's nothing like reading about a world that feels dead to throw your own beautiful, colorful life into sharp relief.
There's too much darkness in the world. Everywhere you turn, someone is tryin' to tear someone down in some way; everywhere you go, there's a feeling of inadequacy, or a feeling that you're not good enough. I want to bring a certain light to the world.
What is ugly about life is that it so often only provides uneasy half solutions that are so seldom pure and tragic ones.
Life is filled with detours and dead ends, trials and challenges of every kind. Each of us has likely had times when distress, anguish, and despair almost consumed us.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again.
I need no dictionary of quotations to remind me that the eyes are the windows of the soul.